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Beautiful Tramp sucking slowly on a lit cigarRoses & WhiskeySmoke curls 'round full lipsThe room pulses with her breathDoe eyes blinkingTemptation..

Emotional spewing

Too many roads I still haven't taken. So many tears I still haven't wept. Too many bonds I still haven't broken. So many dreams I still haven't dre..

Once upon a time I was a little girl. Very little. Five. It was a Sunday night. We were at Church. That's were it usually happens. At Church. E..

Look at me? Oh please just look my way. You come in late and sit, now I wish you'd always stay. My heart pulls in your direction, ignoring do..

I sit here waiting for inspiration... ...while inspiration sits somewhere waiting for me.

Inspired by the film "The Fall". Think India.

The ultimate sacrifice for Truth.

When did this happen? When did things change? Wasn't it just yesterday that we were making tepees in the backyard? Grinning with glee as we peere..